Every Word I Know

Every line is important, I’ve spent days at it

From the gray matter in my brain’s fabric

Past through generations wrote on clay tablets

By the people that I go way back with

Play the game with a strange magic

I shoot from the hip, I don’t take aim at it

The biggest fucking martyr since Jesus, played guitar

Another bunch of wise men who lead the way to stars

I am an iron fucking butterfly

I am a rolling fucking stone

I am screaming every word I know

To tell you something’s wrong

I am a Judas fucking priest

I am Jesus fucking Jones

Well I gave myself to rock n’ roll

To tell you something’s wrong

Don’t know how many letters in the alphabet

I never counted it, you may die tonight

Put on a better outfit walk around and feel proud and shit

Generations have tried doing whatever it takes to get high

And morph the duration of time

Patiently waiting for a stake in the sky to arrive

Or a correlation that all constellations comprise with a lie

But these are just combinations of lines in a rhyme

And that’s fine

I am an iron fucking butterfly

I am a rolling fucking stone

I am screaming every word I know

To tell you something’s wrong

I am a Judas fucking priest

I am Jesus fucking Jones

Well I gave myself to rock n’ roll

To tell you something’s wrong

Hey little rich girl, can I walk you home?

Are you sick of that money? Or do you want some soul?

Hey little rich girl, can I walk you home?

Are you sick of that money? Or do you want some soul?